Warning: this chapter contains a yaoi lemon. Mature audiences only.

Chapter Four: Drowning

Kisa was perched on the bed when Hiroki came into the hotel room, and a smile played at his lips. Kamijou had come in sooner than expected. Kisa had other dates who took twice the time just to cross the street, and that meant that the fiery brunet wasn't the type to stall. This arrangement was looking more and more promising, but Kisa still had to set the stage if he wanted Kamijou's cock to pummel him.

As Hiroki shut the door and locked it, Kisa stretched out his arms and pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his thin, feline body. Kamijou turned and faced him, unbuttoning his own shirt, and Kisa licked his lips as the lit student's physique was revealed: a lean, muscled form with tight pecs and a rock-hard stomach.

"Fuck," Kisa murmured. "Are you an athlete too?"

"In high school I did track and kendo," Kamijou replied, tossing his shirt onto a nearby chair. Kisa inwardly praised the god of sex and slid off the bed, bending down and grabbing his messenger bag.

"Do you have a condom?" he asked Kamijou. Hiroki frowned and shook his head, a little mad that he had left them at his apartment, as usually it was something he always carried with him, just in case.

"No worries, I might have one in here," Kisa replied lightly. Truthfully, the youth had about five dozen condoms hidden in a small compartment inside his bag, and he made sure he was never low. Just in case his lifelong dream was realized and he was on a nice cruise ship with the Japanese Olympic Gymnastics team or something like that. He briefly pretended to dig through his bag before tearing one off the roll, not noticing that Kamijou was glancing over his shoulder. Hiroki's eyes widened as he caught a glimpse of Kisa's stash, and his suspicions that the youth was not as innocent as he looked were confirmed. This didn't put him off though, as it was obvious they wanted the same thing: to bury their mind and bodies in sex. Hiroki had done it with shadier people, and if his assumptions were correct, he would be topping tonight, and it had been far too long since he'd shoved his cock into another man.

Kisa stood and smiled, waving the foil rectangle triumphantly. "Found one. Anything I should know before we get started?"

"Just one thing," Hiroki said, taking the condom from him and setting it on the nightstand. "I don't kiss on the lips."

Kisa was hard-pressed not to scream for joy, as he didn't enjoy kissing much either thanks to some rather bad make out sessions.

"Fine by me," he said, sinking to his knees.

Before Hiroki could reply, Kisa had reached forward and began undoing his jeans, tugging down Hiroki's briefs to reveal his stiffening dick. Hiroki jolted as Kisa wrapped his hand around his member, but didn't protest. The lit student merely crossed his arms and watched as Kisa leaned forward and plunged Hiroki's cock into his mouth.

Hiroki groaned, his hips undulating at the wet, warm heat. And he continued to grunt as Kisa cast a long lick to the underside, then swirled his tongue around the head in flicking motions. When Kisa began to go full throttle and bob his head, Hiroki reached around and gripped a handful of night black hair, sighing heavily.

"You're not bad at this Kisa-kun," he breathed, though this far from articulated what he was thinking.

Kisa glanced up at him humorously. He had been giving blowjobs since he was fourteen, and he knew he was good at it. After sucking for a few more minutes, he slid his mouth off with a light pop.

"You can call me Shouta. Want me to keep going?"

Hiroki would've liked nothing more. But at the rate "Shouta" was going, he would come in a few minutes, and he wanted to save that for the main event. Instead, he gave a tug to Kisa's hair, encouraging him to stand.

"Actually, I think it's your turn," Hiroki murmured slickly.

As soon as Kisa stood, Hiroki pushed him back on the bed and straddled his waist. Kisa shivered in delight as Kamijou's hands slid down his frame, firmly tweaking his nipples. Hiroki leaned forward, mouthing Kisa's neck with tongue and teeth as his hand slid inside the youth's jeans and gave his package a firm squeeze.

Kisa was in ecstasy under all the attentions. Half the time after the blowjob, his dates didn't even bother to return the favor with a bit of foreplay and just skipped straight to the fucking. He gave a low moan as Kamijou freed his weeping cock and began to stroke him roughly. The intensity of the touches and bites were consuming, and Kisa felt his mind fog over in pleasure.

"Oh god," he murmured, his lower body pressing up to Hiroki's hand.

Hiroki's thoughts were also clouded as he fondled the body below him. He leaned down and began to gently teethe Kisa's nipples, all the while imagining that it was a young, petite Akihiko under him, moaning and crying out so wantonly.

After several minutes, the two sweaty men separated and shucked off their jeans and briefs. Hiroki then scooted to the head of the bed and Kisa followed, parting his knees to settle on Hiroki's lap.

"No, the other way," Hiroki said in a low growl, turning the youth around so they weren't face to face. Kisa's brow flickered and he frowned as he found his view thwarted. There was nothing more erotic than watching a sexy man come, but it appeared Kamijou didn't care for the personal touch. This aversion to visual contact sparked a question in Kisa's mind. Was Kamijou pretending that he was someone else?

Kisa really didn't care either way, but all thoughts of it flew straight out of his mind as he felt Hiroki's hands reach around and spread his ass cheeks to reveal his portal. Kisa hummed in delight and cried out as Hiroki thrust a finger into him, the digit slick with saliva. The smaller male stroked his own hard on as he was fingered thoroughly, parting his legs to allow Kamijou better access. And when Kisa felt another finger stretch him, his frame quivered and he let out a heady moan as he came, his seed spurting onto his chest.

Kisa collapsed against Hiroki's chest, panting heavily from the intensity of his climax. But rather than be embarrassed about coming before they even fucked, he was in awe. No one had made him orgasm like that in a long time.

"Oh god, you're good," he breathed to Kamijou, craning his head around and licking Hiroki's ear.

Hiroki let out a single snort and carefully pushed Kisa forward till the youth was on his hands and knees. Kisa instinctively stretched himself out onto his elbows, so his curved ass was propped higher in the air. He heard the sound of the condom wrapper being ripped open and shifted his rear enticingly in anticipation. Kamijou had a very nice looking package, and if it was half as good as the fingers had been, they were in for a wild ride.

Kisa hummed as Hiroki's hands traced his thin sides and found a grip near his hipbones. Hiroki positioned himself and began to slowly slide himself into Shouta, sighing at the tight, squeezing heat enveloping his cock.

"Uhh, oh yes," Kisa cried out as he felt Hiroki fill him. "Oh god, yes."

Shouta's cries urging him on, Hiroki drew back and began to thrust at a steady pace, closing his eyes and pretending the gasps and moans were Akihiko's. Soon his tempo built up and Kisa clutched the bed sheets as he was rammed, fireworks shooting off in his mind. His cock had completely revived and was standing erect, ready to burst yet again as Hiroki moved faster, driving in and out with such force that Kisa all but screamed into the mattress.

"Fuck!" he cried.

Finally, Hiroki's grip tightened and he let out a gasp as he came, and Kisa swore he even heard Kamijou whisper a name. But he didn't have much time to ruminate over it as Hiroki had reached underneath him and seized his stiff cock, roughly stroking it at a fast pace until Kisa came again.

The smaller youth trembled and rolled onto his side, trying to regain his breath as he watched Kamijou strip off the used condom and throw it into the trash. He then sat down on the side of the bed, staring at the floor as if he were thinking.

After some time, Kisa reached down to the floor and pulled a lighter and a pack of smokes out of his bag, lighting one and inhaling deeply.

"Put that out," Hiroki suddenly grumbled. "You're too young to smoke."

Kisa nearly laughed. "I'm older than you, remember?"

"Any age is too young to smoke that crap."

"Whatever," Kisa snorted, grabbing the ashtray off the other nightstand and snubbing the cigarette out. He turned his attention back to Kamijou, who was still staring off into space. Since his usual afterglow pastime had been taken away, he tried for a new amusement. Sex always made him bold, especially if he'd been drinking, and right now, his mind was a mixed pool of both intoxicants.

"You look like you're pining for someone," he piped up casually.

Hiroki's face hardened and he scratched the back of his neck. "Why? Are you?"

Kisa smiled. As Kamijou had turned the question back on him, he had clearly hit the nail on the head. Even still, the idea made him snort.

"Hardly," Kisa replied. "I can have any man I want, but you know that."

"I'm not talking about sex," Hiroki muttered.

"You mean actual feelings for someone?" Kisa scoffed. "Who needs 'em? All you really need is a good fuck."

Hiroki stood with a disgusted look on his face, gathering up his clothes and pulling them back on.

"You clearly aren't as mature as your age indicates if you think sex can satisfy you forever."

Kisa's eyes grew a shade darker and he snorted. What was this guy's problem?

"Well," he retorted, circling a finger around one of his still perky nipples. "Young is always in 'Professor,' and if I were you, I'd watch those eyebrows. You'll wrinkle in five years easily with that scowl."

"Thanks for the advice," Hiroki muttered as he headed out the door, shutting it harshly behind him.

Kisa rolled his eyes.

"What a dick," he growled, reaching down to grab his own clothes. As he pulled on his jeans, he glanced at the pack of cigarettes on the bed, the faint smell of smoke stirring memories of Minami.

After putting his shirt back on, Kisa grabbed the package and threw it in the wastebasket, gathering the rest of his things and leaving the room. But he hadn't thrown them out because of Kamijou's "advice." No, they would just age him faster, and right now, all he wanted was to drown himself in a sea of bodies.

Feelings? Love?

Like that would ever happen.

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Epilogue up next. Thanks for reading. *Bows *

Love,

TBF101